The changing guests, each in a different mood, <br />Sit at the roadside table and arise: <br />And every life among them in like wise <br />Is a soul's board set daily with new food. <br />What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood <br />How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?— <br />Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes, <br />Of what her kiss was when his father wooed? <br />May not this ancient room thou sitt'st in dwell <br />In separate living souls for joy or pain? <br />Nay, all its corners may be painted plain <br />Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well; <br />And may be stamped, a memory all in vain, <br />Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxiii-inclusiveness/
